We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Run away?

Or fight?

I am concerned about the existence of Kushalillah the Demon King.

But more than that...

"Your husband died lightly?

"What!!

Tris complains of Barbia's cruel confession.

Even I, my soul trembled violently at the words of Barbia.

Was that Ruirala killed by Barbia?

Oh, no, stupid!

An immeasurable sense of impatience rapidly erodes my inner surface. At the same time, my heartbeat grew so intense that I thought my chest would burst, and in an instant my head became so hot that it seemed to boil.

"Those swordsmanship idiots! Anyway, I guess I was wielding my sword to the end!!

Slutton screams as if to speak for my mood like that. And he tongues with a bad mouth.

However, it was also possible to detect Slutton's feelings from the way the Demon Clan was staring at Barbia in a murderous manner.

"There is no need for them to be more concerned about their husband's death. Because we're all going after each other here."

Kill them all, and Barbia issued a cold order.

The demons in black are silently pushing over like shadows falling into the white world.

"Damn, the miscellaneous fish!

Slutton waves a long sword.

The first demonic tribe, which had recklessly advanced, became the first food for the spell sword.

"Elnea, when this happens, do we have to leave them!?

"Yep..."

I try to rotate my hot head somehow and judge it calmly. But I can't shake off the upset.

Still, I analyze the situation desperately with my head dulled by fever.

Listeir intercepts the demonic army when he unleashes a substitute cursed sword, not a broken holy sword.

Even you, Tris, had a demon sword and a divine sword, and fought the demons in black even as they fought hard.

Me being taken by thought and a step behind everyone else. But that finally connects my thoughts.

And a few things come to mind that are of great concern to me.

"Niemia?"

Nevertheless, the most worrying concern is that even if we escape this scene, it makes no sense if we are attacked again with a sense of where we are.

In a situation where the chaser appears immediately, wherever he flees, he is attacked many times without time to rest, draining his strength and spirit.

So, should we still fight here and repel the Demons?

Nevertheless, if the demon king Kushalillah is to come out, it is beyond our control.

There is so much recklessness in fighting the Demon King without any preparation.

There were other questions that came to mind, and I checked with Niemia to see what I should do.

Then Niemia and the rest of the answers came back.

"Fight?

Well, that's what Niemia decided, isn't it?

Nyah, and Niemia rings cute. That's all, the demons who were about to strike Niemia instantly became ashes.

But don't the black-coated demons who have raided know something called fear, and even if their companions are ashed, they raid even more silently.

Neemia couldn't stop flying.

"Ruvent, attack the demons from the sky."

"Whatever you say!

Without having to take Mr. Alex's instructions, Luvent rises to the sky as he wings his bright white wings. And he unleashed his divine art without a scratch to cover us on earth.

"Ghost General Barbia, I'll take it"

Mr. Alex stares down at Balbia as he unquestionably defeats the impending demons.

I am comfortable with Mr. Alex's presence.

It is the divine clan, the natural enemy, who can fight the demonic clan.

And Mr. Alex has just the strength to be called the descendant of the fighting god.

"Hikaru Kill."

In keeping with Mr. Alex's powerful words, a ray of light was emitted from the divine sword.

The dazzling rays wipe out the many demons that were looming in front of Mr. Alex. And it reaches Balbia, which I refrained from in the back.

Shit, and tongue-in-cheek, Barbia dodges the rays.

Exactly, wouldn't a simple attack of this magnitude work?

But with the blow now, Barbia's consciousness was totally directed at Mr. Alex.

"Divine Words, Divine Arts. The Divine Clan."

"What now. If you were a Demon, would you have nursed my race with one eye?

Balbia confronts Mr. Alex without alarm.

Mr. Alex, too, puts up a divine sword and carefully explores the way out.

All right, if we do this, we'll concentrate on the black devil clan, and we'll just defeat him and join Mr. Alex.

Before my destiny comes out!

Wave the wooden sword of the Spirit Tree and play the Demon Clan in time.

Hi, I hear I'm being treated like a miscellaneous fish.

They say straw and demon tribes are attacking everyone, but this one feels like an empty demon tribe has no choice but to deal with them, so much so that they strike at times.

Unlike everyone with a fine weapon, because the weapon in my hand is a wooden knife?

Whatever it is, thanks to the insignificant attack, I was able to analyze the battlefield further with sober thoughts.

The demons gush out of the rock shade next, even if they are defeated.

Yeah, where the hell are you pulling these troops from!

Exploring the signs doesn't make me feel military that the great army is holding back behind the rocks. Yet the demons in black come out infinitely.

Louvent would see it more clearly from the sky into his sight.

This is an unusual battlefield.

"Damn, damn it. Miscellaneous fish!

No matter how many defeats, the next one is imminent. The horror of an army that feels no fear lies more in its overwhelming number than in the individual forces.

No matter how strong this one is, if you keep fighting, you will drain your strength and spirit. That way, any time a gap arises and you take an unconsciousness.

"I was going to take it and put it away until the demon king appeared, but I had no choice! Come out, Duranell!

In response to a temperamental call, Slutton's shadow protruded.

It's Duranell, a dragon of dark attributes, more suited to black than the demons in black.

Duranell waves his polar tail as he greets him, sweeping away all the demons that were swarming around him.

"Wow! Slatton, you really were a dragon knight!

"Of course!

To your surprise, Tris, Slutton rages.

Apparently, Tris, you were still questioning Slutton's identity.

All right, then I'll do a great job, too!

"Ares!

Respond to my call...

"Is that it?"

... Respond?

"We're going out, aren't we?

From the hand, a lovely voice came through.

That's the voice of the Spirit Tree.

But more than that.

"Oh, my God!

I can't believe Ares is on a business trip this time of year!

"I jumped around with Nha, so I thought I was relieved?

"Ugh, because Slutton complains about food."

I drop my shoulders in disappointment at Niemia's pointing out from the sky.

Apparently, I thought it would be fine while I was riding Niemia looking for an eastern magician from the sky, and Ares quickly left me after the potato rations.

Ares was supposed to get back and forth with the Mistrals on a regular basis to keep each other informed of each other's situation.

Nevertheless, I feel stuck in just the crisis.

Mr. Alex began to fight hard against Barbia.

You don't like being approached, Barbia responds with magic, and Mr. Alex also uses divine art to fight.

Reacting to the magic of Barbia, the rising snow becomes a superb blade and releases it towards Mr. Alex.

But when Mr. Alex utters something divine, the countless blades return to their original soft snow.

But the snow that rises remains blizzard and hits Mr. Alex.

Mr. Alex's legs are slightly dull. With that gap, Barbia, when distancing herself from Mr. Alex, also unleashes new magic.

The offensive between Barbia, who would not allow him to approach, and Mr. Alex, who attempts to jump into his nostalgia, had intensified, keeping us and the demons around us from approaching.

Meanwhile, Listeer and Tris, you're clearly in a struggle.

Listeir has power, but the weapon in his hand is a normal curse sword.

Even though it is low-level, it is forcing the demon tribe to struggle by pushing it in numbers.

Tris, the weapon with both hands is splendid, but if you're a Demon opponent on a boulder, you don't have the right amount of minutes. Still, with the power of a misdigit weapon, he was struggling against the demons.

"Shit!

Slutton and Duranell are fighting well.

Though still a child dragon, Duranell is also a dragon clan. It does not lag behind the lower Demon clan.

Slutton was also kicking the demons to make up for Duranell's blind spot.

But there are many of them.

So, finally, Slutton had a seizure.

Slutton jumps on Duranell's back, shakes his long sword up.

And I gave Duranell instructions.

"Duranell, dragon art and wipe out the miscellaneous fishes!

Oh, and not just me, Listeer reacted.

But it was too late.

Duranell activated the dragon technique when he unleashed a majestic roar of tree spirits into the mountains.

The shadows that the demons bear fall. Shadows transform into swords of darkness, and the demons are pierced by their own shadows.

But the aftermath of Duranell's unleashed dragon technique wasn't something like this.

The ground rocks out into small pieces.

"Whoa!

"Oh fool Slutton!

Not only us, but everyone, including the Demons, was looking back behind us.

Soaring mountains. Tight slopes of gradients. From that far above, a white smoke, unlike clouds, was blowing up from the surface and approaching us with terrible momentum.

"Hey, avalanche!

Needless to say, Tris, we all understood.

In Snow Mountain, the sound alone can cause an avalanche.

There, that's Duranell's roar just now.

"Ni, Nimia!

"Nha."

Get on Niemia, you have to run!

But the avalanche's momentum is tremendous, and there's no time for all of us to ride, even as Niemia, who was flying, descends.

Crisis of absolute destiny.

That's when Listeer moved.

"Flame!!

Listaire pulls out a broken holy sword.

Yes, I had that hand!

I can't use it as a sword, but in response to Listeir's curse, the Holy Sword produces flames.

"Everybody, gather around my side!

We kick the demons out of the way and gather around the Listener at once.

If this happens, I'll just have to bet on Listea's flames.

Huge calories will wipe out the avalanche of snow!

Then, if you can get caught up in an avalanche and get rid of the Demons and Barbia, it's two birds a stone.

Suddenly, Balbia's movements had stopped as well as the demonic clan in black.

But it wasn't caused by an avalanche.

Barbia's eyes were pointed at the holy sword that Listeir had pulled out.

Yeah, no.

To be precise, Barbia was gazing at the jewels of the flames embedded in the Holy Sword.

"That treasure..."

What do you mean?

Does Barbia know the treasure of the Holy Sword?

Without time to confirm, the avalanche swallowed us.